Flipping The Script

 

Boys like you do not like it
When the script is flipped on you.
A woman who leaves is always
A “whore” or a “bitch”—but never the truth.

You asked about me?
What did they tell you?
That I was “always” a “self-serving narcissist”?
Is that really the truth, or just a distorted view?

I did ask about you, though,
People called you “bin painde ka lota,”
And if you stood alone in an election,
Even then, they’d press NOTA.

So, you honestly feel that you hurt my ego?
You could’ve rejected me like a man,
But no, you did it like a coward,
With a sly smile and the words, “Oh, you can’t handle rejection?”

How sad is that?
You affected my health—HEALTH—
And still cried about “dust allergy,”
But your ego needed more—how pathetically true.

Ohh, I did understand that intimacy is important between a woman and man,
And I told you I was molested, but you did not ask me if I was alright or would I be ok?
No, you simply said you have needs and blow job is a deal breaker,
But guys like you call women a gold digger...

I don't need your pity, or your fake apology,
I don't feel sorry for myself because, unlike you, I am still not bitter.
And for calling me a fake?
Your shame was all over your face,
And I thought if I, as a woman, can smile after all that,
Why can't you, as a guy?

Still, you think I am a psychopath?
So you say I am not your dream girl?
That I am delusional and live in a fantasy world?
Honey, you are into fictional women,
And I, on the other hand, am extremely real.